CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : 42

In the joy of the new season
We'd ride our bikes for miles
To a vacant lot on Maple Street
Toss the bat and choose up sides
All summer long from dusk 'til dawn
We all paid our dues
Everybody was the Babe
But I was always 42
And as the jerseys faded one by one
The Babes would come and go
But I played every inning
From the sandlot to the show

Got my letter and my grip
I'll see you boys around
Got a one way ticket to Cooperstown
My ticket's punched to Cooperstown

His rookie year, they called him up
Just to send him down
Couldn't even hit his weight
Couldn't turn that thing around
But on the field that echoes life
It's a boys' game played by men
Sometimes it knocks you down
But you get back up again